CHAPTER 373: CHAPTER 251 CAUGHT YOU_2

What left the Master of the Goblin World incredulous was that even within his own domain, he couldn’t sense it? It was simply unbelievable.

The domain is vast, making it difficult to inspect carefully, relying only on perception, which was the reason for repeatedly missing it.

The teleportation was indeed limited, just as he had judged.

Now that he had seen it, there was no chance of escape, otherwise, he wasn’t worthy of being the Master of the World.

The target he spotted was clearly unaware of him, even if the other party was also the Master of the World, this was his home ground after all.

The underground space he was focused on wasn’t large, containing only one person, and a teleportation array made from bones.

This was a replicated Divine Power Transmission Array, drawn by an Elite Goblin, a result of Small Knife’s research.

Then the storage pouch sent by the native goblin from the transaction appeared on this teleportation array.

Small Knife took it, inspected it, then put the storage pouch back on the array, completing the transaction in one go.

At that moment, Small Knife had a wooden expression, devoid of emotion, his actions mechanical, seemingly quite wearied by this routine.

"You absolutely cannot escape." The Master of the Goblin World gazed at Small Knife and assessed his attributes.

An impressive method, to disguise evaluations and names, letting his domain vanish; more frighteningly, he seemed like a native Life, with none of an outsider’s peculiarities, no wonder he couldn’t be detected.

What an impressive method, no wonder he dared to invade my world.

However, it ends here, the rest will be my gain.

You want to swallow what is mine, these methods I must obtain as well.

Looking at the enemy before him, the Master of the Goblin World was shocked at his skillfulness.

Regarding whether he could restrain the target, his confidence wavered.

So, this was not the time to be frugal; if something went wrong, regrets would be too late.

Hence, Maze Technique.

Blotting out the sky.

A massive labyrinth emerged, directly enveloping this region.

This was not an ordinary Maze Technique.

One location he controlled as the extreme point was cloaked by the maze; it was the essence of the labyrinth.

Thus, the Maze Technique harnessed the power of the Master of the World and its controlled extreme point, belonging to a type of barracks, possessing a barracks for manufacturing Earth Spirit Beasts.

It was also one of his most powerful methods.

The lethality might not be the strongest, but in terms of restraining the target, it was indeed the strongest method.

Then, the target and the teleportation array were enshrouded by the maze.

With the maze fully formed, the target was definitely unable to escape.

At this point, the Master of the Goblin World finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter your complete methods, this time you won’t escape,

With precautions in place, even if a treasure like last time could barge out, it would never escape from my palms.

What puzzled him was that even upon realizing being cloaked by the labyrinth, the opposing Master of the World showed no change in expression, instead placing his storage pouch into the array, trying to teleport away.

But naturally, it was ineffective; if this maze couldn’t even limit basic teleportation, how could it be his strongest method?

Hence, the Master of the Goblin World’s clone appeared, manifesting before the target.

"Little mouse, finally found you." He said lightly, wanting to see the other party’s terrified expression to vent the long-standing frustration and oppression.

Ever since becoming Master of the World, he’s never been so humiliated, so a good venting was warranted now.

Yet, that enemy, that Master of the World didn’t react at all?

He extended a hand, a phantom emerged, transforming into a goblin.

King Level goblin, Golden Goblin.

This was derived from his sacrifice of a Golden Goblin as raw material, combined with a large amount of metal, obtaining the Golden Goblin.

It belonged to the King Level troop type, Second Realm Level 300, even able to contend with Third Realm, even Fourth Realm could be matched.

This was the horror of the King Bloodline profession.

Why take the effort to nurture Golden Goblins?

Was it not for the purpose of becoming materials for the King Level troop type?

Because this King Level troop type is the most reliable.

At this moment, the Golden Goblin appeared, its body swelling by a circle, its whole being emanating a faint golden light, like being forged from gold, stepping forward in strides.

A hand reaching for the target’s throat.

An unbelievable thing happened to the Master of the Goblin World: the target was caught with ease.

However, he did not delight; instead, his heart skipped a beat.

The Golden Goblin exerted force, its neck broke, the head fell.

Inside, there was no flesh, it turned out to be wooden.

With death, it disintegrated into light particles, scattering.

Instantly, the Master of the Goblin World’s heart sunk to the extreme?

What kind of method was this?

Clearly, it resembled the local Master of the World’s appearance? I absolutely couldn’t be mistaken.

Despite never catching him before, when exposed, the Master of the Goblin World clearly remembered the local Master of the World’s appearance; it was this person, yet now it turned into wood?

It was difficult for him to understand.

But also realized, he missed the opportunity.

Stirred the grass, scared the snake, the next time it would be hard to catch.

"Only discovered one of them?" A node lost connection, Small Knife didn’t mind.

It’s been years, only one of the more than a thousand teleportation nodes I laid out was discovered, that’s pretty dumb.

Nowadays, the Ten Thousand Year Old Wood of this world, aside from what’s undiscovered, has almost all fallen into the hands of Small Knife; even half of the Thousand Year Old Wood is with him, what a massive profit gained.

The value of them amounts to tens of millions of Spirit Stones, nearing a hundred million.

This represents the accumulation of a small world over fifty years; to possess it again, it would be impossible without over a thousand years.

Even the Goblin Mini World couldn’t recover in another thousand years because growing such wood requires Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

Small Knife this time has shorn the sheep, without thousands of years, with inadequate Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, it wouldn’t support enough wood reaching the millennium; many would wither due to insufficient Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

Of course, this wasn’t something Small Knife considered.

Every teleportation array here housed a Small Knife.

Mechanical Puppet.

These years, the research wasn’t wasted; creating humanoid, combat-less Mechanical Puppets was exceedingly simple.

Using ordinary mortal wood, thus making detection harder.

Furthermore, creating these Mechanical Puppets identical to himself, severing connections with him.

It’s equivalent to Small Knife abandoning ownership.

And these Mechanical Puppets becoming a neutral existence, making detection even harder.

However, before abandoning, Small Knife set behavioral guidelines for them, so they still fulfilled their transactional duties, unaffected by external changes.

The Master of the Goblin World, growing increasingly frantic, spent several more months finding three hidden underground sites.

They were identical: one underground space, one teleportation array, and beside it, a Mechanical Puppet.

Waiting there, as a transfer station for transactions, according to the established protocol.

This made the Master of the Goblin World understand that he had no clue how many such existences operated as intermediaries, the true target hidden in an unknown corner of this world.

Underground, even in the sky?

This left him, as Master of the World, despite having the ability to observe any place in the world at any time, requiring years to scan through it once, yet it was still mere cursory glances.

Thus, seeking discovery was exceedingly difficult.

Still, this enemy must be resolved; up to this point, it had grown into a major concern.

Ultimately, the Master of the Goblin World made painful sacrifices, paying a heavy price to trade for needed items from the World Forum.

This time, you are doomed; what’s stolen shall be returned, and a heavy price will be paid.

The Master of the Goblin World muttered, producing a mirror with his expression twitching slightly.

The cost of this item was immense, for he requested it specifically, clearly extorted by those Masters of the World, yet he could only endure the pain of being fleeced.

You are doomed, with that, the Master of the Goblin World directly threw it into the lake before him.

The Treasure Mirror went into the lake, amazingly melting away.

The entire lake transformed into an enormous mirror.

This was through reinforcement by the world’s core, amplifying this one-time treasure’s potency and duration.

The Master of the Goblin World, standing by the lake, had the image of the mirror emerge in his eyes.